Lucy's Revenge [Divine Creek Ranch 15] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  “Hell yeah. Set ’em up, barkeep.”

  When they’d tucked into the next round, Beck felt his phone vibrate in his front shirt pocket and grinned. Right on time, sweetness. He took a sip and pulled his phone out.

  “The next time I see you, I’m jumping you and sucking your cock until your eyes bulge and your balls explode!”

  He chuckled and replied, while Patrick looked over his shoulder at the message. “Holy crap, baby. Tell me how you really feel! Something must’ve made you happy, huh?”

  “Happy? Happy? I came so hard I think I passed out, evil genius!”

  He’d made a honey and body balm delivery to Teresa at Discretion the day before. While there, he’d decided to try his hand at shopping for a little something for Lucy, and Teresa had sold him the Double Thumper vibrator. He hadn’t even blushed…much. Teresa had told him it was nearly silent while in operation, which must be a good thing so he’d brought it to her house and slipped it into her toy chest with a fresh set of batteries to find on her next “alone time” night.

  “I like making you happy. Does this mean you’re my love slave now?”

  Her reply was quick in coming. “Yes, although I can’t picture myself calling you master without laughing. Do you miss me?”

  “You know I do, sweetness. Kiss your fingertip for me.”

  “Okay. Done. What now?”

  “Put that wherever you want it.” He imagined where all she’d put it and his dick tingled hungrily for the feel of her.

  “Then I’ll start at one set of lips and end at the other set. Thank you for my toy.”

  Fuck, yeah. His woman knew what he liked. “You’re welcome, sweetness.”

  “Tell Patrick I’m sending him a kiss.”

  “Okay.”

  Patrick glanced at him as he finished the text conversation and slid his phone back in his pocket. “She okay?”

  “Yeah. She said to tell you she’s sending you a kiss.”

  “I hope to hell you’re not the one delivering it.”

  “Fuck no,” Beck replied with a chuckle as he set his beer bottle on the bar.

  * * * *

  Beck winked at Lucy as he pulled Patrick’s front door closed with PJ perched on his shoulders. She’d just arrived home from work, Patrick had steaks marinating on the kitchen counter, and she and Patrick had a night alone ahead of them. PJ was “helping out” in the workroom at Beck’s house that night while Beck extracted honey and collected beeswax.

  “There are a couple of things on the bar for you. Did you see them?” Patrick murmured as he came up behind her and gathered her long hair into his hands.

  Sweet shivers and gooseflesh swept over her as he ran his fingers through her hair, tugging gently at the strands. One particularly sensitive spot on her scalp sent a shudder through her whole body and she moaned with pleasure. She heard his quiet chuckle at her reaction and leaned against him, reveling in her body’s allover response to his touch. Her pussy warmed and tingled as he twisted the locks into a thick bundle and gently tugged her head over with his grip and laid hot kisses down her neck to her shoulder.

  Patrick chuckled again and said, “If you keep purring like that, we may skip supper and go right to bed.” He patted her ass and added, “Go see what you got.”

  Lucy sighed softly, enjoying the way the tingles lingered. She opened her eyes and smiled when she found Patrick watching her with love and enjoyment in his eyes. He pointed at the counter and stepped into the kitchen as she settled on a bar stool and handled the fancy silver box and the gift bag.

  A thrill went through her when she recognized the fancy embossed logo for Discretion on the box but she peeked in the bag first and squealed happily.

  “Oh! He did it!”

  Patrick looked at her as he turned the steaks in the marinade. “Did what?”

  She pulled out the tube and jar that bore Beck’s logos. “I asked him to try out a new scent combination for me and he did it.” She unscrewed the lid on the jar which contained a luscious body crème and breathed in the scent. “Mmm. Jasmine and vanilla. It’s wonderful.”

  “He said you’d be happy. I want to try it out on you tonight after your bath.”

  “After my bath, huh?”

  “Yes. I’m making full use of our time alone.” He put out a hand to stop her when she began to lift the top on the box. “Stop for just a second. Before you open the box,” he said, beckoning her. “I want you to come here.”

  She hopped off the stool and came to him. “Yeah?”

  He continued to hold out his hand. “I need your clothes.” His eyes sparkled at her surprise. “All of them.”

  Hesitation never even entered her mind. She undressed right there in his kitchen and handed her clothing to him and he folded each piece and laid it aside. A blush heated her cheeks when he held her gaze as he pressed the satin cup of her bra to his nose and inhaled slowly.

  His eyelids flickered and then he looked up at her again. “I love the way you smell, Luce. Your scent…”

  “My scent…what?”

  “It makes me hard.”

  She hummed softly, a purring sort of sound, as she drew close and kissed his throat and nuzzled him with her nose. Her nipples hardened and she could already feel her juices slipping from her cunt, wetting her inner thighs. “Yours makes me hot, too. What now?”

  “Now that you’re undressed, open the box.”

  With a little squeal of glee that made him chuckle, she scooted back over to the bar, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of air floating over her bare skin and his gaze stroking her just as surely as if he was touching her.

  She lifted the lid on the box and gasped. “You didn’t!”

  Patrick grinned in enjoyment as she reverently laid her hands on the lace. “I did, baby.”

  She lifted the long, black sheer lace robe from the white tissue paper and moaned as she slid her arms into the sleeves. The silky lace was like a caress as she drew it up over her shoulders and held the front edges to her. Tears stung the backs of her eyes as she went to him, the lace billowing around her. She wrapped her arms around him.

  “Thank you.”

  She’d remembered that robe, coveting it over the last few weeks, and had even tried to rearrange her budget so she could purchase it but common sense had overruled the nonessential purchase.

  “Now it’s yours, little tiger,” he whispered as he kissed the top of her head and hugged her back.

  She looked up at him. “This was ridiculously expensive, Patrick. I don’t want you going broke buying such lavish gifts for me.”

  He tilted her chin up and kissed her. “The expense was worth it to see your reaction.”

  “You’re struggling with your business right now, too. You don’t need to spend so much money on me.”

  “Well, I did, and I want you to enjoy it. You’re worth it.”

  Her voice was muffled against his shoulder. “I wanted it so much.”

  “I was in Morehead and stopped in to Discretion on a whim. Teresa mentioned to me how much you’d wanted it but wouldn’t buy it for yourself.” He held her at arm’s length and looked her over. “I think you make it look beautiful.”

  She hugged him again. “You are the sweetest man, Patrick.”

  His eyes twinkled devilishly and he grinned. “It’s a burden.”

  He cuddled her to him and gave her a hot kiss that lingered long enough to make her even hotter and then released her to open a cupboard. He took down a wineglass, rinsed it, and poured her a glass of Sangria.

  Lucy held up the crystal. “This is beautiful.”

  “Isn’t it? Maizy got the set for…us…a few years ago. They’ve never been used, to my knowledge.”

  Lucy tilted her head and gazed at him, content to let the brief reference to Elizabeth go. She was the past. “Why is that?”

  “I don’t know. Not that many romantic nights, I guess.”

  “I can’t imagine, Patrick. You’re one of the most romantic men I know
.”

  “She wasn’t wired that way and didn’t respond…well. I never understood why.”

  “Oh.”

  “Never mind. They’re yours to use every day if you’d like.”

  Patrick took the steaks out to the grill and kept an eye on them while Lucy tended to the next thing on his agenda. He’d sent her in the bathroom and she discovered that his big tub was full of jasmine and vanilla scented bubbles.

  Her lip trembled as she slipped the robe from her shoulders. “Oh, those men.”

  Two containers sat on the corner of the tub. Beck had also made her jasmine and vanilla scented mineral salts for her bath, and crème bubble bath.

  The steaming water was deliciously hot as she slipped into it. She gathered the frothy bubbles to her in big fluffy clumps until all that was visible of her was her head. Then she slid back against the sloped edge of the tub and sighed in the luxurious decadence of the moment. She smiled, finally understanding the twinkle in Beck’s eyes as he’d told her to enjoy her evening.

  She was sipping from her wineglass when she heard the back door open and the sounds of Patrick moving around in the kitchen. The scent of perfectly grilled steak wafted in the air and she laid her head back, wondering at her luck to fall in love with this man. This man and his best friend, who kept life interesting and always exciting.

  They own my heart. Both of them.

  She heard footsteps in the hallway and then Patrick walked in, wearing his bathrobe and carrying another glass of sangria and a plate of food.

  “You didn’t have to bring the food to me, Patrick. I could’ve gotten out and joined you at the table.”

  Patrick smiled. “This is part of my master plan of seduction, Luce.”

  A giggle escaped her. “Your master plan of seduction?”

  “Yes.” He sat on the outer corner of the tub and leaned back against the wall before spearing a bite of the steak and holding the fork out to her. She reached up to take it from him but he stopped her. “Let me feed you.”

  She sighed and said, “You’re like something from a romance novel, Patrick Owen. Stop it before you spoil me completely.”

  “Remember me saying that you spend your time taking care of others? This is me taking care of you. Now try this and tell me if it’s cooked right.”

  She made yummy noises as she chewed the tender bite of medium-rare steak and said, “It’s perfect.”

  She sipped from her sangria and watched him take a bite, stretched out beside her on the tub ledge. She could see the rigid line of his cock at his hip but he ignored it as he fed her, taking his time and watching her lips close over the fork each time. He smiled as he watched her take what he offered her.

  They sat and talked while he fed her bites of steak, asparagus, and baked potato until her stomach was full and her skin had gotten pruney from the bath.

  “Be right back,” he said after they were done eating and the wineglasses were empty. He returned with a refilled glass for her and got a fluffy bath towel from the linen closet. He held it open and murmured, “Stand and I’ll dry you off, baby.” She stood and saw the heat in his eyes flare as the water and bubbles sluiced down her body. Heat swamped her when he unashamedly whispered, “Damn.”

  Just like that, her senses were flooded with arousal.

  He came close and wrapped the towel around her and smiled at her as he lifted her from the tub and placed her on the bathmat. He didn’t have to do that, and she would’ve said so, except she could see in his eyes that he enjoyed it.

  His hooded gaze was warm on her skin as he patted her dry, taking extra time to dry her breasts and her ass, and between her legs, until her pussy burned and tingled with need.

  She followed him into the bedroom and was pleased to see that he’d lit candles again. He’d really gone out of his way to make the evening special. She hoped that she had the opportunity to do something special for them soon, in return.

  He took her by the hand and led her to the bed. He stroked the curls that had come loose from her clip over her shoulder and kissed her. “I’m going to try my hand at giving you a massage. You always take care of everybody else’s aches and pains and I want to make you feel good.”

  “You know that Madeleine and I are trading massages once or twice a month now, right?”

  “Yes, I know. And I’m glad. But I’ve been researching erotic massage. I thought you’d like to give it a try.”

  He gave her a tender look that warmed her from the roots of her hair to the soles of her feet. “You’d do that?”

  “That…and more. But first, I need a taste.”

  A wide smile crossed her face and she said, “Of what?”

  “I think you know what, little tiger. On the bed.” He directed her to lie back with her shoulders at the end of the bed, so she was looking up at him, upside down. He stripped off his robe and stood over her, his cock jutting out, so big and hard.

  She reached up to stroke the underside of his balls, which were nearly within licking distance if he’d only come a little closer.

  He caught her hand and whispered. “You always want to work when we’re trying to pleasure you. Lay still and lift your feet up.”

  She did as he asked and he took her feet in his hands, stroking her insteps and then gently circling her ankles.

  “Relax for me, Luce. I’ve got you,” he rasped as he lifted her feet slowly over her shoulders so that her knees were near her shoulders, displaying every bit of her to him. “Damn, I love this beautiful pussy,” he said as he stroked the pad of his thumb along her throbbing lips.

  His touch set off a flurry of convulsions deep within her and she squirmed to have more of his touch.

  “Hold still, angel,” he growled as he leaned a thigh against her shoulder, to anchor her shoulders on the bed as he lifted her ass. Doing so put her mouth in perfect position for sixty-nine and she didn’t wait for permission. She tongued the underside of his balls and then took his head in her mouth as he laid his tongue and his lips against her pussy.

  They both groaned at the same time and her mouth watered as she sucked on him, tasting the salty hint of his pre-cum. Patrick spread his legs and positioned his other thigh against the bed, so that she wouldn’t slide off headfirst if she squirmed. He lifted her hips until her lower back was completely off the bed and her ass was held up for his enjoyment.

  He kissed and licked her buttocks, murmuring his enjoyment and how much he loved that part of her. Loved to see her walk, the way her hips swayed with her movements, and how hard it made him. She sucked his cock with pure abandon, enjoying every reverent word and a flicker of belief ignited inside her. He wasn’t just paying her compliments. He was worshiping her.

  His cock grew harder and his sounds signaled how much he was enjoying not only what he was doing but what she was doing as well. Soon his hips were moving in concert with her rhythm, his cock sliding to the back of her throat in a slow, seductive motion that she got lost in. she held on to his upper arms, his biceps and triceps flexing under her palms as he played, licked, and loved her. Only a minute might have gone by. Or it could’ve been half an hour. They stayed like that, sweetly torturing each other until he finally shuddered and lifted his mouth from her.

  “Stop, angel. There’s so much more I want to do for you, with you, and I don’t want to finish this early.”

  She gave his cock one long, last suckling before reluctantly releasing him. She wanted more. As she caught her breath, she had a realization.

  The reason she’d lost track of time was because she wasn’t working to please him. She was giving as she received. She wasn’t responsible for her pleasure, or her orgasm. He was. The realization was freeing and she relaxed as he released her legs and she gazed up at him.

  He unfolded a bath sheet and laid it in the center of the bed and opened the jar of scented body crème Beck had made for her. The scent hovered in the air, and she thought to herself that from that point forward, she would equate the scent of jasmine and vani
lla with making love in candlelight with her men.

  “Beck said that this particular scent is for you only. He may do other variations of it but this one is special just for you,” he said as he directed her to lie facedown on the towel. He scooped a dollop of the crème from the container and then straddled her knees, which placed her ass front and center.

  “Damn,” he whispered before pressing a warm kiss to one of her butt cheeks. “I could look at and touch your fine ass all day, angel.”

  All she could do was moan with pleasure at the sincerity in his words. “It’s all yours, honey.” He hadn’t taken her ass yet but she was ready whenever he wanted it. “All yours. I meant that. I never thought I’d say it but I want anal sex with both of you. You’ve both made me crave it.”

  “Then we’ll make that happen tonight, if that’s what you want,” he whispered, his voice a sexy raspy in her ear. “For now, I want to play and get you ready.”

  He warmed the crème in his palms and spread it over her ass cheeks, working it into her skin, and working her muscles beneath his strong hands. She groaned with pleasure as he squeezed her cheeks and parted them, sliding his fingers down her cleft and coating her with the slick substance.

  The sensation was lush and decadent as he used the crème not only to massage her, but also to lubricate her back opening. She quivered and squirmed against his questing fingers, arching her back when he rubbed against her sphincter, attempting to take his finger inside her but he wouldn’t allow it. Her anus burned for his penetration.

  Her pussy was clenching with need when he finally shifted forward a few inches and the head of his cock nudged her pussy lips.

  “Oh, yes, please, yes,” she moaned, grinding back against him. He still held her legs trapped so she could only go so far.

  He applied more of the crème to her back and gently rubbed her, warming and loosening her tired muscles. Each time he moved upward to her shoulders his hips shifted and his cock would slide inside just a bit before withdrawing. She clenched at him, trying to keep him inside her but his strokes were like the tide, sliding forward and back in a slow steady rhythm.